The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-04-21


and then silence; the wind no longer
bore the appeal up from the valley.
The young men diverged to widen
the field of search, but the dogs in
stinct proved better than the men :
reason, and the deep bay of the ST.
| Bernard told his masters of his fin
ished quest.
When Tafford and North came to-
gether the dog had dug a slender,
dark, richly-dressed young fellow out
of the SNOW, in which he lay
senseless.
With some rubbing and shaking,
and little wine poured down his
throat, he partially recovered; and
| then, holding him between them, they
set out for the lodge. But the stran-
ger was unequal for the task, and
Roger North, gallantly taking him on
his back, finally reached the lodge,
| breathless and exhausted, and laid
the rescued man on the wolf-skin
rug.
You chose a poor day to study
nature" said Tafford, as he fed, and
warmed, and dried the victim of the
storm.
.sOh, nature! 1t was not nature
| But, as a man of heart-a gallant
man, ] rode out from Lynde to meet
my bride, who comes with her pere,
to keep N0el-Christmas you call
him-with me. | dismount to arrange
my saddle; mon cheUai, he flies from
me! lose myself: | wander hours; |
cry, l fall l perish. You, my pre-
server, my hero" he added, turning to
| North, carry me on your shoulders.
Hereafter you are adored of Chanlieu."
IF you have lady love whose
father is willing to give her to you,
you are better off than l am, if you
are lost in the snow," said North,
gloomily.
My hero my preserver! do you
suffer unhappy love?'
I'm my case the grandfather won't
give her to me- said North, swallow
ing cup of coffee.
We're is the monster? He denies
such hero! He refuses the genius
| that makes the world rich in these
| pictuaires | see. We're is he? Chan
lieu will 90 for him-will persuade
him. The night falls; tomorrow, my
friend, Chanlieu must repay you, who
saved his life"
The dog bounded up with a loud
bark; the door burst open; an ava
lanche seemed to enter-but it spoke:
'Help-help, some of you! Two
ladies and an old man, and the finest
span of horses in all the country, are
! getting buried in the snow!"
1T is my brider' cried Chanlieu,
wringing his hands and springing up,
but finding himself too weak to stand.
To Roger North only the general
! idea Of human beings needing help
! conveyed itself. He shouted, Come,
Talford!' And with the dog and the
painting coachman, they were once
more away
The direction was opposite to that
| taken to rescue the Frenchman. A
carriage-lamp, hung on a whip-handle
i for a beacon, directed, as also the
| sound of the shouts Of the Judge
The short winter day had thickened to
night; to the carriage party the three
were only dark forms; but one lamp
was hung within the carriage, and
lighted the lovely face of Sylvia.
''Helpm shrieked Mistress Damon.
''I'll take the young lady" said
| North, in a mutlled voice "Talford,
bring the other lady, and let the dog
help the gentleman. Driver, get your
horses along as you can, un-
harnessed.'
But Sylvia knew her lovers voice
even before she was lifted in his arms,
and he was whispering, MY love
my darling" as he carried her through
the snow.
Talford had much worse time with
| Mistress Damon, who was fat, and also
hysterical. The st. Bernard found the
| judge peverse to a degree, as every
body did, but he brought him along;
and the coachman and the terrified
horses floundered in the rear
Roger, reaching the lodge first,
| carried Sylvia through an outer room
to an inner sanctuary, coy, and also
furnished with a generous wood fire.
Then he placed her in a big chair
| before the blaze, undid the fur cloak
| and the white hood, took the boots
from her little feet, and the gloves
from her pretty hands, and then, fall
| ing on his knees before her, clasped
his arms about her waist, and cried:
Sylvia, | will never let you go!''
And Sylvia leaned her round dim
pied cheek on his tawny head, saying;
Roger, Roger, what shall do?''
Chanlieu, who had been reform
ing his hair" dashed in, exclaiming:
My bride! Where is my bride?"
But he saw the tableau.
Pardon, my friend-I mistake! 1t
is your lady who has come. l con-
gratulate YOU
If | had hope of keeping her, l
would indeed be happy" said North.
Sylvia, do we meet but to part?"
Il am afraid grandfather will never
| consent" sobbed Sylvia.
Where is the cruel one? Let me
beseech him for my friend, the pre-
server of my life. Chauleu will be
your advocate"
These words were a revelation to
Sylvia. She turned in her pretty wav.
My grandfather has his own views
oI loNe ana marriage. L think 1t
would be wicked to marry one man
while | loved another. All summer
grandfather has called Mr.. North his
favorite, and urged him to be at our
house; but as soon as he knew that we
loved each other he was very angry.
However good man my grandfather
has chosenfo me, is it not Just that
should marry the one whom my heart
has chosen?"
1T is most just" said Chanlieu,
warmly. us the parent in the other
room? 1t is l who will speak to him
with ardor;' and he darted to the
other loom.
BY this time Mistress Damon had
been made comfortable, and the Judge,
relieved of his cloak, and further com
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